6:30am. Sunlight trickles through the blinds of her bedroom window. She yawns, her arms outstretched. The memory of her dreams slip away as she rises from the bed. She sees the time. Just 3 1/2 more hours to wait. Time to have morning coffee and prepare for the day. It is 7:30am. Two cups later and it's time to rouse her only child from his slumbers. She prepares his breakfast, then escapes into the shower. As the warm water cascades down her body, she begins to touch herself, caressing her most sensitive areas. She thinks about the day ahead. There is laundry to start, dishes to wash, errands to run, and then, THEN.....a small smile plays upon her face. Then it is playtime for mommy.
8:30am and it is out the door to take her son to day camp. She adorns a nice looking business suit. Mostly it is to fit in with the other mommies dropping their children off. Knowing the secret she holds, of what she is really going to be doing, somehow heightens her arousal. While the other mommies go to their secretarial jobs to daydream about a knight in shining armor, she will be spreading her legs for a man whom she has never met. 9:30am and she is back home. There is not much time left. Quickly she changes out of her clothes. Now she is wearing exquisite Italian lingerie, a bra with matching panty. It is made of silk and lace. Normally, she wears lacey top thigh highs, but it is summer. Temperatures are running high, outside and in her body. She runs her fingers over the soft fabric, a moan escapes her lips. Will he touch me this way?, she wonders. She dusts a bit of powder on her nose and coats her lips in birthday cake flavored lip gloss. In the mirror, she studies her reflection. She wants to look perfect for her guest. Her hair is freshly washed, soft flowing curls touch the top of her ass. Her skin has been scrubbed and lotioned, making it smooth and glowing. At 9:55am, she is pacing the living room, wearing out her carpet. Nervousness and excitement grow with each passing minute. Finally it is 10am. There is a knock on the door. Her heart is racing. She opens the door and is greeted by a smiling face. He is here. The lips of her labia begin to lubricate. A warm hug and friendly chatter ensue. Her awkwardness is gone, but the anticipation has grown. She takes him by the hand and leads him to her bedroom. Attempting to seduce him, she plays hypnotic music and caresses his chest with her hands. Slowly, she unbuttons his shirt. Her panties are saturated with desire. Unable to control herself any longer, she hurriedly unzips and lowers his pants, taking his member into her mouth. This is the moment she's been waiting for since she first woke up. What entails next is one erotic explosion after another over the course of an hour. Fleeting thoughts race through her mind. She wants this man's c*ck in her p*ssy. She wants him to f*ck her so badly that her body is aching. He is on his back being with her on top. She alternates between slow, succulent movement to slamming down on him fast and furiously. She calls herself a bad mommy for having such a sluttish, needy p*ssy. Then she smiles to herself thinking how being bad never felt so good. Want to play with a naughty mommy? write to me at [email protected]
